Meninlove. I remember the first time I had my Russian man come over to my home, and he went out to my yard, and I well Remember hearing him call out my name with such joy, and depth.
He had found my veggie garden, oh and the look on his face. He had grown up in a condo in Moscow. He picked what ever was ready and made me dinner that night with this produce, and ant veggie I left on my plate, he ate it, was not going to let it waist, as I had growen it. I can see it all so clearly.
How I so miss hearing this man call my name. I now only see it written in love letter from Russia. Now he has a garden of his own in Russia, and I long to see it, and too hear him call my name again.
Then come a day a had to drive him to the airport, and seen him look away, so not too cry, ( I did not cry, but I could not stop the tear from running down my face.) and then he had to walk away. I can see it all so clearly, this was my longest day, sitting next to him, and knowing I may well never see him again.
But he has never forgotten me, and our love goes on. almost 10 years latter. I love him no less than I did, the day I fell in love with him. How I long to hear him call my name again with his Russian accent.